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Happy STS! October is coming up! What do your OCs do to celebrate spooky season?

as always, i'll be using my picker wheel to choose five OCs at random

also oops answering this in november. better late than never i guess lol

Ryan: he's too busy living his story to celebrate. BUUUT. i'm dragging him out of the story for the sake of this ask. he'd be too busy working for celebrating- NOPE I SAID NO WORK. hmmm. he considers himself too mature for trick or treating or costumes, so i think he'd just go bar hopping for the night

Lee: FREE CANDY EVERYWGHERE??¿??? he'd end up with a tummy ache if he weren't a magical animal lmao. eats alllll the candy, wrapper included. post-halloween food comma and nausea assured

Agnes: gets drunk. alternatively and more importantly more healthily Eric invites her to Léan's school costume party and she gets some eyebags and fake blood painted in her face. she looks at herself and thinks "that's not how blood looks". Eric tells her to let it slide

Lewis: oh he LIKES festivities. probably dresses up as a mad scientist (classic, low effort) or as a specific scientist he's studied about, or could dress up as a concept he's studied about, or an animal he's studied. reminds me of Sheldon Cooper (i know, cringe) when he dressed up as the doppler effect. something nerdy on those lines :]

Bug: they don't need a costume. probably attempts to get drunk (chimeralmas aren't really affected by poisons like other living creatures are) then crashes a party by transforming to its real form, caos ensues. alternatively, takes advantage of their small human frame to scare people on the streets, posing as a lost child to any human brave enough to approach and interact with them :)

thanks for the ask and happy belated halloween!! ^^ ✨

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how do they handle being told "no" to something they want to do (for whoever u wanna write!)? are there certain people they're less/more likely to listen to?

heeheeheehoohoohooo~ :}

Ryan: no? what do you mean no? do you KNOW who he is? what he can DO? he's got a (somewhat justified at least?) big ego so "no" isn't a valid answer to him. he will get what he wants no matter what stays in the path, although this mostly applies to anyone outside his organization, anyone who's an enemy, a roadblock in his way to success. he is specially partial to Agnes' advice because while he's got a lot of different things that can influence his thought process at any time (including his own feelings about certain topics), she usually has a cold and grounded opinion to offer about whatever topic he asks her about. in a way, she serves as an anchor point to him

Agnes: being told "no" will just make her want to do what she wants with renewed effort, even if it's just to spite you. specially if it's just to spite you. the only person that she will listen to is Ryan, at least during the first arcs of the story. eventually she will develop her own criteria and will have a more calm/objective attitude overall

Raz: if it's something minor, he'll accept the boundary. if it's something important, he will stand his ground for the sake of everyone else who depends on him. Eva remains a weak spot of his, so he will be influenced by her opinion most of the times.

Donovan: he doesn't care enough about almost everything to want things for himself. and in the rare case he does, don't try to stop him. you'll only get hurt in the process. completely indifferent to whatever you have to say. he WILL get what he wants, and you can't do anything about it

Lee: giant pushover baby <3 he WILL look at you with big wet puppy eyes if you say no to him. the result will depend on how well you can resist his charms and adorableness to persuade you into giving him permission

Vreytus: no. he's determined to get/do what he wants, no matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice

Voirdity: ɎØɄ ₳ⱤɆ ₱Ø₩ɆⱤⱠɆ₴₴ ₳₲₳ł₦₴₮ ł₮

Spooky Askbox is open as a Storyteller Saturday event!

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Hay un niño que se esconde // Siempre detrás de mí

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Find the Word Tag Game

tagged by @bloodmoodtrash! my words are Danger, Thanks, Run and Silence

as usual i will be looking through my roleplays to find these words

Danger: "...I told you, to come down here, didn't I?" She tilted her head, a fuzzy frown making it to her face. She didn't seem aware of the real danger she was in. Instead, she patted her taser gun on her pocket with a coy smile. "Don't make me make you do it, hun."

a tipsy Lisabel wants her way with @femur-bandit's Lieze, a human-eating monster. this can only end well

Thanks: A bit of color rose to his face, and he looked away with a weak smile. "No-no, one hug is- is enough, thanks." He didn't complain about having to lay down; he was extremely tired and in pain after all; laying down was the most comfortable for him. He stared at the ceiling for a bit. He had so many questions fluttering in his mind. "...How long was I out? When did you find me?" He grasped the sheets with his hands. "What... what day is it?" He'd lost count of the passage of days a long time ago.

Ryan wakes up after being found on the verge of death on the side of a mexican road and meets again with one of his old coworkers

Run: She was a civilian. She had no reason to attack her. But reason was way too far from Agnes' mind at the moment. She gritted her teeth in a snarl. One more body to the count. No one would care. Self defense, survival. It was justified. She needed to survive. She swinged the knife in front of her out of frustration. "Shut up!! I ain't letting you run off!!" There was no warning. She sprinted at the woman, knife ready in her hand, but her body and mind had reached their limits. Her leg gave in mid-step, she tumbled to a side, losing balance as her consciousness abandoned her.

a young Agnes is assaulted in an alley and mistakes a civilian (@femur-bandit's Sophian) for an assailant before fainting due to blood loss

Silence: The device Lisabel was holding started beeping, not unlike a geiger counter, getting readings of some kind. "Curious name," she simply commented. For a second, both Agnes and her stand stood still, observing their foes carefully. Lisabel interjected impatiently. "Well? What does it look like?" Agnes twisted her mouth, hiding her annoyance. "Thin, humanoid. Made of tubes." A short silence. "It hums like a machine." This seemed to pique Lisabel's interest, who pocketed her device to get to writing on her clipboard. "Alright, proceed." Agnes hummed, and Twist the Knife hunched over, readying and throwing a punch with its right glove at Joan of Arc's chest.

Lisabel and Agnes are testing @femur-bandit's Delta's stand powers (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure AU) in their lab

thanks for the tag!! this is one of my favorite tag games hehehe

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A snippet, on this day of the week?

a longer thing today, and for a villain!TLQS AU no less!

word count: 723

“That was glorious!” Ryan entered his apartment through the balcony glass door, big smile on his face. “All according to plan! We exterminated them for sure! About damn time, too.” A dirty Agnes followed behind as Ryan flopped into his big sofa, throwing his cane to a side and comfortably spreading his limbs.

“And you, you played your part perfectly too! Distracting them long enough for me to activate the explosives. You were beautiful out there, my dear, just beautiful.” He did a chef’s kiss to the air while she took off her battle gauntlets and helmet in silence. Her suit was dirty, full of debris and concrete dust. It’d take at least two washings to get all the dirt off. And the scrapes. Those would be expensive to repair, she thought, despite money not being a problem to her anymore. Perks of working for one of the richest people of the city. Still, she kept silent. Ryan turned his head around, surprised at the lack of response from her. “What? What’s wrong, Aggie?” She gritted her teeth. “I just told you you did a great job, didn’t I? Aren’t you gonna–” He didn’t have time before Agnes walked up to him and grabbed him by the expensive, spotless shirt he was wearing. “You fucking DIPSHIT!! You detonated the building with ME inside!!” she snapped at him. His eyes went wide for a second before a not-so-confident smile made it to his face. “I-I did, yes, it was all calculated, part of the pla–AAH!” he yelped as she shook him. “‘Part of the plan’?? You PLANNED to BURY ME ALIVE down there?!” “Of course not, I knew you’d come back unharme–GHK–!!” he struggled to talk when she put her hand on his neck, pressing her thumb into his throat. They were alone at the moment, no more henchmen on watch after the mission had finished, no more allies to please, no more people to witness or stop what was happening. “Listen here and listen closely, you fucking asshole. Next time you put me in such danger without even telling me a single word of it, it’s over for you.” He tried swallowing, but the finger just dug deeper into his windpipe. “I’m not one of your other toys you can wave around. Unlike you, I’ve got bills to pay and people to care about, y’hear me? I can’t allow myself to die in one of your stupid flashy stunts like the one you just pulled.” She breathed heavily, then slowly released some of the pressure on Ryan’s throat before throwing him to the floor. He scrambled on all fours, his eyes jittering, as fresh air re-entered his lungs. Before he could catch a break, Agnes grabbed his collar again, lifting him just enough for her to whisper in his ear. “If you think you being my boss is gonna stop me from putting you in your place, you’re very wrong. You put me in a position like that again, you won’t live to tell the tale. Got it?” Still recovering from being choked, the man simply nodded, clouded eyes avoiding hers. “Good.” She dropped him offhandedly, and he fell to the waxed floor once again, landing on his forearms to break the fall. He heard her pick up her gear and slam the front door behind her as she left the room. Sometimes he questioned himself, the day he recruited her. She was hot-tempered but obedient, blunt but loyal, yet he knew she wasn’t bluffing. She could and would hurt him if he stepped out of line. If it were anyone else, he would’ve dealt with them a long time ago; he wasn’t the permissive kind, after all. But still, he kept her around. Breathing deeply, he sat on the floor, his back resting against the couch’s feet. He couldn’t help but smile. This was why he kept her around; to dance at the edge of the cliff. One wrong step and his most loyal follower would turn against him: a real reminder of the feeble nature of his line of work. He wondered how far he could push her, how much potential he could squeeze out of her before she had enough. He brushed his neck, feeling the marks of her fingers pressed into it, and wondered when his erection would go away.